Archive for August, 2001

i worked 11 hours today

Saturday, August 11th, 2001

i worked 11 hours today at the metro, and now, after long last, i have a day off. next thursday and friday, however, will be hell, as i will end up working for 14 hours on thursday, and 16 hours on friday. i don’t know what is wrong with me, but tomorrow, don’t wake me up until 4 pm.

i glimpsed a few movies tonight, among them were american pie 2, the others, osmosis jones, and legally blonde. i’m not linking any of them, because i’m lazy as hell right now, but i actually watched about an hour of american pie 2, and it was some fine, mindless entertainment. yes, it was entertaining, and fun for me to indulge in a little immature humor, because god knows i get none of that at the medical center. perhaps rightly so. i’m getting some wicked hang nails from filing shit there, my fingers are usually bleeding by the end of the day.

i need to get better at managing my time, i need to take more time to write better updates, and write more (read: any) email. but i’m so exhausted, perhaps tomorrow will be a better day for that. i think i want a beer.

i forgot to mention the

Wednesday, August 8th, 2001

i forgot to mention the bipolar story; and i’d like to get more shoes up people’s asses, so here it is. i don’t like bad business. boo those guys.

a lot of things to

Wednesday, August 8th, 2001

a lot of things to update about, but i lack the energy to do so. i got a new job, working at the UWMC, and just got back from filing satellite charts for 6 hours. i said a total of about 10 words all day, which almost drove me crazy. it wouldn’t have been so bad if i could just sit there with some music, though. but what the hell am i complaining for, they’re not paying me (unlike amazon) $11.40/hr for nothing.

i also went to the vagrant show, which was good, but i’ll try not to play it up too much, for fear that someone will kill me, ’cause he didn’t get to go.

okay, that’s it, i’m sure there’s a ton more, but i need to take a nap.

as most of you know,

Monday, August 6th, 2001

as most of you know, i’m planning a trip across the US this summer in september, and i’ve thought about playing a few shows here and there to make some money while on the road. if anyone has any connections or has any tips for the following areas, please let me know via email and i shall be indebted to you for years to come: albuequerque, NM - oklahoma city, OK - the bay area (turns out the 21 grand has been evicted from their space in oakland) - athens, ga - chapel hill, nc - washington, d.c. - baltimore, MD - chicago, IL - sioux city, IA - NE - WY

i’m not looking to play everywhere, but a show here and there would be nice. i’ll put up a calendar of the dates of where we’ll be sometime soon. i’d be playing by myself acoustic, there’s some songs here. i need to start emailing some people myself.

bob’s landed (or rolled into) my hometown. tomorrow is the show. i’m excited.

i keep forgetting, but here

Sunday, August 5th, 2001

i keep forgetting, but here are some very important tour dates, please check them out, you won’t regret it - and if you do, tell them tim says hi:for A Sandcastle Still and the Apollo Generation (for more info, email stillapollo@hotmail.com)

August:
6th: Jay’s Upstairs in Missoula, MT
8th: Beaners Central in Duluth, MN
9th: Peabody’s in Moline, IA
10th: Club Riviera in Sioux City, IA
11th: El Pistero in Tulsa, OK
12th: The Glory Hole in Iowa City, IA
13th: Bo’s House in Laramie, WY
14th: August Arts Center in Provo, UT
15th: Insurgo in Albuquerque, NM
16th: The Golden West in Albuquerque, NM
17th: Warehouse 21 in Sante Fe, NM
18th: Double Zero in Tucson, AZ
19th: Cafe Espresso Roma in Las Vegas, NV
20th: The Smell in Los Angeles, CA
21st: The Saturn Cafe in Santa Cruz, CA
22nd: off
23rd: The Red and Black Cafe in Portland, OR
25th: Magic City in Anacortes, WA
30th: Stuarts Coffee House in Bellingham, WA

Lands Farther East is also on tour, and definitely worth checking out here’s the dates, for more info, email landsfarthereast@hotmail.com

august-
9th: moxie’s in chico, ca.
10th: night off in reno (so far)
11th: cafe roma in las vegas, nv.
12th: the golden west in albuquerque, nm.
13th: the ridglea theatre in fort worth, tx.
14th: el pistolero in tulsa, ok.
15th: the replay lounge in lawrence, ks.
16th: the highlife house in colorado springs, co.
17th: kilby court in salt lake city, ut.
18th: the sotano house in boise, id.
25th: the showoff gallery in bellingham, wa

you go to a movie

Saturday, August 4th, 2001

you go to a movie theater, you know it’s going to be expensive, but you complain and buy anyway?! seriously, people need to understand that i could care less when they say, “well i guess i’ll just go to another theater!” or “i don’t like this theater, i’m not coming back.” well good fucking riddens!

the best revenge at the theater is when planet of the apes is showing on two screens, and the first one already started. the next showing is right past the first theater on the left. you tear someone’s ticket, and tell them, “that’s the second door on the left.” they don’t listen, naturally, and head down the hall ready to walk into the first theater they say that has an ape poster by it. here is where the revenge takes place: i’m standing by the door (not directly by it, but across the hall from it), and i wait until the patron tries to go in the wrong door. then, i yell, as snottily as possible, “that’s the FIRST door on the left, we said the SECOND.” i love making them feel stupid. i do, of course, only do this to the patrons that truly deserve it. i realize that it is a small and juvenile victory, but i take my wins where i can.

yesterday i about blew up at someone who bought some popcorn and soda. she came up to me and said, “do you have any popcorn and soda combos?” i replied, “no.” she snapped back, “GAWD, first no matinees, now no combos?!” i retorted, “you’re wrong, our matinees are the first show of the day.” “PSH. whatever.” she say. i look down, and cover my face with my hands for a second, shutting my eyes as tight as possible in hopes that she’d just disappear. she didn’t. she bought the popcorn and soda anyway, and complained the whole time.

whew! that was a mouthful. now, where was i?

drive me down the 405:

Friday, August 3rd, 2001

drive me down the 405:

it’s been a while since i just got in the car by myself and just started driving. and i’d start driving in the wrong direction, and deliberately keep going that way in order to prolong the journey. i did that tonight, a bit annoyed, and frustrated. i brought an mxpx cd with me, which i haven’t listened to in years, but when the car started, old ramon was on, and i just let it go.

the cd starts out with a brighter and livelier song than some of the others, and rather than taking i-5 north, having to deal with theugly views and the horrendous traffic, i opted for 520 east, to cross over the bridge and look out on the water - with i-90 to the right, and the lake washington and the arboretum, etc., to the left. i wanted to drive through downtown kirkland, too, which goes right by the water, but i missed the exit, and took 405 north instead.

i started out with my window down, and the music blasting, and i would yell relentlessly at other drivers whilst simultaneously making driving maneuvers that would surely cause someone else to yell at me. i know that it’s all hypocritical, but they don’t hear me at all (they may see me swearing at hitting the steering wheel, but i doubt it), and i certainly feel better after i vent for a while. all those other drivers are assholes, anyway.

as the cd moves on, the tone drops a bit, and everything gets a little slower, a little quieter, and by the time track 5 rolls around, i’ve found my way to downtown kirkland, and then up through the hills, and i find my mood has changed right along with the music. i drive slower, and my head feels better. i haven’t done it for a while, but this drive was great. i felt everything just wash away, and by the time i got to my destination (a good 45 minutes later than if i had set a direct path), i felt so much better.

maybe it was the music, maybe it was the time, maybe it was the light juxtaposed against the dark against the water and the way i let myself sing louder than i ever would if someone else were in the car.

whatever it was, thanks.

it seems our day keeps

Friday, August 3rd, 2001

it seems our day keeps falling on a leap year

listen to unwed sailor. turn

Thursday, August 2nd, 2001

listen to unwed sailor. turn it up, and turn out the lights, and forget where you are.

one update every 3 days?

Thursday, August 2nd, 2001

one update every 3 days? i don’t understand where the time goes. oh yes, i do. it goes to leavenworth, then to work, then home, then to work again for 11 hours. it comes home, and talks on the phone for a couple more hours. it updates, after not updating for a while. it stays silent at night, and growls in the mornings. it skateboards to work, and falls in front of the theater, and gets up to smirks and smiles from the guys in the trashbusters truck, and it gets stupid smart ass remarks from stupid smart ass co-workers. it’s wrist hurts, but it keeps typing anyway.

sometimes i feel like walking all night, but only on nights where it’s warm and you can smell summer. or better yet, on nights where it’s cold, and you can smell the snow or the rain. when it snows, and the sky is all lit up because the whiteness reflects the light in the sky, and i can walk forever. i can fall forever in the snow, too. it all seems like such a long time ago. this summer doesn’t hold the seasonal contentment that i usually feel in the summer, for reasons unbeknownst to me. but then again, maybe it’s just frustration seeping through my pores again.